Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 320

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Summoning Genius of the Necromancer School — Episode 320
“What… what is all this?”
The underground passage, shrouded in darkness for as far as he could see, had transformed into something organic and alive.
A bright crimson wall veined with blood vessels writhed and pulsed like living flesh drawing breath.
It felt like being inside some creature’s belly — Simon was reminded of the time he’d ridden the Sky Whale.
‘This is the basement of a school building?’
Slither.
Slither.
And throughout the passage, countless grotesque limbs twitched and convulsed in the darkness.
“Stop. Don’t go any further.”
Kassan’s voice cut through the silence with finality.
“Beyond this point lies uncharted territory. Even as your escort, I cannot guarantee your safety.”
…….
Simon bit his lip, hesitating, and Kassan spoke again.
“Uncovering the truth matters, but your life comes first.”
In the end, Simon nodded grimly.
He wanted to know what lay beyond, what Walter was scheming — but the warning signs were too loud to ignore.
What they’d already discovered was enough.
“Let’s head back.”

* * *
Simon and Kassan made it out of the building and back to the Dormitory without incident. Dick’s eyes widened in alarm at the sight of the two exhausted figures.
“Where have you two been? I thought you were just having a glass of wine?”
Kassan threw off his clothes carelessly and climbed straight into the upper bunk, pulling the blanket over himself.
Simon managed a bitter smile as he answered.
“Just some late-night training. Kassan was helping me with my Combat Magic.”
“Lucky! I wish Kassan would help me with——”
Fwip.
Before the sentence could finish, something like a needle shot across the room and struck Dick in the neck. From beneath the blanket, Kassan held something that looked like a Poison Needle up to his lips.
“Nngh……”
Dick collapsed onto his bed and fell into a deep, snoring sleep.
“It’s a Sleep Needle I use often. He’ll sleep soundly,” Kassan said, pulling back the blanket to reveal his face.
“At first light, I’ll make an informal report to Neftis with everything we’ve gathered so far. What we saw down there was hardly normal, even by Necromancer standards.”
“I appreciate it.”
“You should sleep too.”
Kassan spoke as he burrowed back under the blanket.
‘Sigh.’
Simon turned off the lights and lay down in bed, but sleep wouldn’t come.
The horrific images from that place kept replaying in his mind.
What was that thing?
Where was that place?
Was Walter really a bishop of the Blood Heavenly Cult?
And what was he plotting at Kizen?
Simon spent the rest of that night awake, troubled and restless.

The next morning.
Despite the extraordinary adventure of the previous night, the sun rose as it always did, and ordinary life resumed.
Today was the day of Martial Arts Study class.
The Class A students arrived at a Training Ground they’d never been to before, riding on hippo-beasts.
The space was equipped with various wooden dummies, scarecrows, straw bundles — relatively classical training apparatus.
“All right, all right, settle down!”
Professor Hong Peng clapped her hands together as she spoke.
The students, having sweated through the hippo-beast ride, gathered around with drinks in hand.
“Today we’re going to do a quick review of everything you’ve learned so far!”
In her training attire, she walked with light steps toward a nearby boulder and positioned herself before it.
“Now, watch the technique I’m about to use, and tell me what it is!”
She placed her hand on the stone.
Boom!

Without warning, a boulder cracked wide open at the center of her palm. The students gasped in awe, their voices loud with recognition.
“A Chi Strike!”
The Chi Strike—Hong Peng’s original striking technique.
It was a form of Magical Combat that gathered Dark Element into the fist or palm, then detonated all that power at once.
“Excellent! Bread, would you assist?”
Bread climbed onto the boulder and raised his shield to cover it. Hong Peng didn’t dodge; she drove her fist straight into the shield.
Bang!!
Her fist carved a deep gouge into the rock behind the wooden shield. The shield itself remained unmarked.
The students spoke in unison.
“A Penetrating Strike!”
The Penetrating Strike—a piercing technique that ignored armor and defensive gear, delivering force directly to the opponent’s body.
Hong Peng nodded lightly and lowered her stance. Dark Element coiled around her right hand, and for a moment, a thin blade of shadow seemed to extend from her fingertips.
She slashed it through the air.
Shink!
The massive boulder split cleanly in two, its face mirror-smooth. The students erupted in shouts.
“A Blade Strike!”
Another Hong Peng original technique—the Blade Strike.
It was a versatile Combat Martial Art that compensated for the limitations of fists and feet by creating an edged weapon, while also enabling ranged attacks.
After demonstrating all three techniques, she brought her fists and palms together in salute. A thunderous wave of applause washed over her.
“You’ve all studied these techniques before, yes?”
Hong Peng wagged her index finger back and forth.
“All right, let’s see where you stand! Who here hasn’t mastered even one of these three?”
Tension suddenly filled the air.
Two female students raised their hands, visibly trembling with sweat. Simon noticed that Toto, sitting in the back row, had raised her hand as well.
Hong Peng continued.
“But at least one of these three, you can do?”
More than half the class raised their hands. Merin, Kamibarez, and Dick were among them, accounting for the majority.
“Two of them?”
The remaining students shot their hands up at once.
There were quite a few, and they looked confident. Among those Simon knew, Class Representative Jamie Victoria was there. She apparently had a strength in Combat Magic as well.
“All three techniques, you can use?”
Most hands fell, and exactly four new hands rose.
“Ooooh~”
The other students gasped or whistled at the sight.
Simon, hand raised, locked eyes with Hector across the distance—Hector’s expression was strained, his own hand still up.
The other two were students specializing in Magical Combat.
“Excellent! There will be individual differences in how quickly you learn, but by the end, all three—Chi Strike, Penetrating Strike, Blade Strike—must be at your fingertips! These are baseline skills; you must master them.”
She smiled as she added,
“You’ll need to be able to spar evenly with the teaching assistants, after all.”
That was true.
Hong Peng’s final Practical Assessment would be a one-on-one Magical Combat match against a teaching assistant.
“Today, we’re going to drill these skills hard! Everyone up!”
After a brief stretch, training began in earnest. Teaching assistants circulated, observing the students’ posture and technique.
Those who could already use two or more techniques picked up the third quickly.
Since Simon had already mastered all three, he had some room to breathe.
“Hey, Simon.”
Merin shuffled over to him then.
“Yeah, what is it?”
“Well…”
Her cheeks flushed pink, and she struggled for words before finally pushing through.
“If you’re not busy, could you maybe show me the Blade Strike…?”
“All students who can use all three techniques, this way!!”
At the teaching assistant’s shout, Simon’s attention shifted. Merin’s inner voice screamed in frustration, though she forced an awkward smile.
“Oh, never mind. Go on!”
“No.”
Simon dismissed her without hesitation.
“You matter more. Come on—let’s work on your form.”
“…!”
Merin’s face flushed crimson as a tomato.
This guy sometimes.
It came rarely, but when it did, it came suddenly—a wave of something almost unbearable.
“What’s the one technique you can use?” Simon asked.
Simon asked.
“C-Chi Strike.”
“Then let’s start with the Penetrating Strike. If you know how to do Chi Strike, you’ll learn it faster.”
Simon corrected Merin’s stance and shared the tips he’d been thinking about.
“We’re already familiar with channeling the Dark Element through whatever our palms touch, right?”
Simon spoke while gently taking hold of Merin’s wrist. Her shoulders flinched.
“The Dark Element has a habit of remembering its usual path, so you might struggle a bit. When using the Penetrating Strike, it’s important to consciously feel that you’re not flowing the Dark Element as usual, but rather driving it through. It’s the feeling of piercing beyond what your palm touches, without acknowledging the contact itself.”
Simon placed his right hand gently behind her white hand, still gripping her wrist. As he summoned the Dark Element, it seeped out from beneath her palm.
“How is it? You can’t feel my Dark Element, can you?”
……
“Merin?”
“Y-yes! I absolutely can’t feel it! Really!”
She answered haltingly. Simon smiled and continued his explanation.
“Focus on the target beyond what’s in front, not on the object itself. Now, try to—”
“Simon Polentia!!”
A burly man approached with a booming shout.
It was Bread, the Magical Combat teaching assistant. He’d been about to unleash his frustration, but the moment he saw Simon and Merin holding hands, he snorted.
“Ha! So that’s what happens when you learn something—you start dating?”
“Wh-what are you talking about!”
Merin quickly withdrew her hand and let out a sharp cry. Bread pretended to clean his ear and looked at Simon.
“Those of you who know all three techniques—head over to the Training Ground. It’s our job as teaching assistants to instruct you.”
“Yes, I’m going now. Sorry, Merin.”
With that, Simon headed toward the Training Ground, and Bread folded his arms.
“That bastard was teaching you the Penetrating Strike? Try it. I’ll teach you far better!”
Merin gave him a dumbfounded look before reluctantly attempting the Penetrating Strike in the empty air.
“That’s not it!”
Bread shouted.
“You’ve got no power! More power! Come on, like ‘whoosh-crack!’ Give it a try!”
‘What does “whoosh-crack” even mean?’
After several more attempts, Bread struck his chest in exasperation and demonstrated the Penetrating Strike himself, then abruptly told her to copy him exactly.
“Why can’t you do it! I said ‘whoosh-crack!’ Just do exactly what I’m doing!”
“That’s enough. Thank you.”
Merin gave him an incredulous look, then walked away, her blue hair streaming behind her.
She thought this man would never be a proper instructor for as long as he lived.

* * *
Meanwhile, Simon had arrived at the Training Ground.
The course here was quite systematically laid out. Rails ran along both sides of the training course, and wooden dummies were moving along those rails. The dummies rotated with several wooden arms attached to their torsos.
At that moment, a Magical Combat hopeful was practicing by running between the rails. As the wooden dummy rotated, its wooden arms approached the student, who quickly batted them away—the arms’ joints would bend, allowing the student to pass.
That’s when Hong Peng spoke.
“You’ve arrived, Simon! Now it’s your turn!”
Simon asked with a bewildered expression.
“What’s all this?”
“It’s the Course Evaluation! We were originally planning to hold it next week, but—”
She smiled slightly.
“We’re giving top students the opportunity to challenge it early, without pressure!”
Bang!
The student who’d been running the course first was hit by a shield and knocked off.
‘I see.’
It seemed the basic Magical Combat course required students to use Chi Strike, Penetrating Strike, and Blade Strike freely to pass.
“Do you think you can do it?”
At Hong Peng’s question, Simon smiled confidently.
“Yes, I think I can manage it.”
Hong Peng gave an okay sign. The teaching assistant saw it and shouted.
“Student Simon Polentia will now challenge the Training Ground course!”
At the mention of Simon, other students gathered around, sensing entertainment.
‘Simon Polentia?’
Hector approached with a hardened expression. The other two had fallen, but Hector had scraped by with barely any margin.
He crossed his arms and gnashed his teeth.
‘Still, this won’t be easy.’
Simon drew in a shallow breath and stepped forward to face the Training Ground course.

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